User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/Sharpe's Highwaybeasts/@comment-25220117-20120307161927

''It's morning, the sunrise a splatter of red, as if a knife had pierced the heart of the sky. Seabirds cawed mournfully, winging high above, before disappearing among the dusky clouds. The raggedly dressed Captain eyed the small gathering of hares before him, a mischievous glint in his usually dull, empty gaze. A scruffy hare known as Foghill gave a toothy grin from where he stood at the back of the platoon of Long Patrollers, remarking to Sergeant Kordyne cheerfully'' "I'm sensin' this flippin' day isn't gonna be another dull, lousy day sleepwalk, eh wot-We're gonna be goin' fightin'..."